Hello again.

So, someone mentioned that since the SDM came from the outside world, they should have a generally better idea of it, ne? Especially since it was sometime estimated around 1998...

=Drabbly loser excuse explanation here that contains some spoilers=

However, in Silent Sinner in Blue [a comic which story was by ZUN; you can download it at Touhou Wiki. You can get everything at Touhou Wiki.] Yukari employs Remilia and crew to come up with a way to get to the moon... I'll try not to spoil for you, but Patchouli had no books on how the outside world made its rocketry and junk that got them to the moon. She had not many books on outside world technology in general. [Sakuya ended up having to go to Kourindou and ask Rinnosuke to dig up some book on rockets for her.]

This got me thinking, Patchy's library is huge, but she hasn't got much on the outside world? She didn't even know what rockets looked like, and she was surprised to find out that they were made of several different cylindrical parts. Or something smart like that.

Then, of course, the great Pachu was able to figure ROCKET SCIENCE out. Something else I read about Marisa's profile in EoSD and the fact that I wanted to do a PachuMari fic... It made this. So enjoy chapter one.

=Forgive me, please=

I call them stages instead of chapters because that makes me cool. [Lame.]

Stage One: Marisa Kirisame

She envied even the mere flower petals falling in another world.

"Heyy, Pat-chyyy! How be yuu, da-ze?"

Oh, beaver dam it.

"I'm bad, very bad," I grumbled, barely audible, as Marisa Kirisame, the local 'ordinary black magician' here in Gensokyo, burst through the library doors on her broomstick. [The mini-hakkero jetting her broom forward was dangerously close to lighting half my library on fire with its magical, and troublingly destructive, stars.]

Quite sincerely, to me at least, that girl was anything but 'ordinary.'

"Waaaaah?" Marisa asked, with a concern that I couldn't tell whether was feigned or genuine. She dismounted her broom a couple of yards away from the desk where I sat and promptly waltzed over to wrap her arms quite rudely around my neck. "But why? I bet it's Koakuma bullying you, ze."

The aforementioned devil looked up at this, accustomed to ignoring the girl after she started coming so often as she did. She tossed her red hair aside, some sticking to her face with perspiration after having worked hard that afternoon, and smiled a mischievous grin right back at the black-white.

My dear attendant knew the drill as well as I: Marisa would prance herself in, and one of the two of us would either fight her or not; she still always got the books she was after. Comics, manga, medicinal herb guides, books on 'mushroomology' as she called it, or [the more troubling] spell-book of mine: she mostly stuck to those particulars, at least, before everything else happened.

Afterwards, she'd leave quickly without a 'thank you,' a simple, 'good-bye.' Just a laugh at me in my defeat, probably thinking something like, "Oh, what a useless shut-in doing nothing with her long life. She's a youkai, isn't she? Wasting her time away."

Or maybe, "What a jerk; why can't she be generous and share willingly? She thinks she's all pitiful with her anemia and her asthma and her frailty, but she's really just a hikikomori b*tch."

Or perhaps the cruelist, "Pshh. Alice worked diligently to get to the youkai state she's in now, and I'm training hard too, while Patchouli's just a lazy freeloader. And Margatroid is way prettier compared to her, with her crazy purple hair."

At least, that was my opinion of myself. And, being Patchouli Knowledge, I'm always right, aren't I?

…Not that the purple hair thing was my choice.

"Koakuma's not doing anything, except being helpful. Now, if I asked her to be really helpful, she could be kicking your a—"

I stopped myself.

"Kicking your bottom."

I winced as I realized my mistake when I saw Marisa's teasing face come a mere centimeter away from mine.

"Ooooooh? What's this, ze? Pachu's trying not to curse? She's being a good girl, ze?" She smiled, that signature 'Marisa-Da-Ze-Smile' of hers, and she seemed to glow, her beaming grin with her white little snag tooth sparkling, her smiling, golden, cat-like eyes, her shining blond hair glinting like dandelions even in the dim library light…

"Get out of here. Get out right this instant, you lying, thieving, jerk."

The freckled apples of her cheeks turned down, and it was then I saw her happy grin had been but a plastic one—something was bugging her.

Patting down her cotton laced apron, loosely binding a black skirt over a crinoline one so that they hugged her elfin waist, I saw something that was a rare sight on any Gensokyan, especially on Marisa: hatred, anger, sadness—aimed at herself.

This mere moment was in itself more shocking than even Yukari's visit.

"Patchouli, I ain't gonna' sugarcoat it. I need something… a favor of you," she said, turning on her heel and sauntering, hands folded neatly behind her back, down the lengthy aisle of bookshelves.

She stopped abruptly at the second to last bookshelf in the third column.

"The proper grammar would be 'am not' and 'going to,' Marisa," I corrected her, turning my head to watch where she was going. If she thought she was going to make off with a handful of my books now…

Without even a crude remark on my geeky grammar corrections, she looked into my eyes, a hand on the wooden shelf as if it were a kind creäture she had longed to touch.

"Have you ever been outside? Outside our world, Patchouli? The mansion… It came from there, didn't it? And it's beautiful… Your library's beautiful. Did I ever tell you that? I've always thought it."

The feeling was akin to a pet owner's dog being praised. "Oh, why, thank you. But there's actually a very long story about the outside world and myself…"

"I need to know, Patchouli. I need to know," she said, with a sudden urgency that startled me.

At this point, Koakuma had silently vanished, presumably slinking away as she was known to do. I stood from my desk, my oak wood desk chair creaking in protest, and I brought myself to where Marisa was dragging her fingers against the edges of the books lined on the shelf, making a thrumming noise on the bindings of the books—Yukari's books.

"Patchouli, I'll stay. I'll stay right here, where you can watch me, ze, and I won't steal a single book. I won't steal anything, ever, ever again, and I won't bother you. You won't even know I'm here. Just one thing, I ask."

Was she proposing what I thought she was proposing?

"…All I want is to read these books. Just let me read every one, every one, ze, and I won't bother you. Ever again."

Every book? Every single book? Coming into my library every day to read every single book in that book-case?

There were hundreds of books that Yukari had brought. Hundreds. A miraculous, world champion speed reader would be visiting every day for, what, two months? That was giving that they visited without a break, for a lot more than just a couple of hours each day. And Marisa definitely didn't strike me as your average, speed reading genius. Not to mention she would be inside my library, my study, my personal space, for all that time, every day…

It was decided.

"Sure."

Marisa's face lit up, her eyes wide with joyous disbelief. "…R-really, da-ze?"

"What do I care? Just don't bother Koakuma, either."

Suddenly, she was on top of me again, her arms wrapped from around my back [and her hands dangerously near my chest, may I point out...]

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, Patchy, thankyuuuuuuu! You don't know how much this means to me! I've been begging Rinnosuke and Yukari access to some of these books for ever!"

When I was relinquished from her cuddly bear hug, Marisa skipped happily to that particular bookshelf and pulled out the very first book on the very top shelf, calling her broom over to help her reach. I had alphabetized the entire case, which was about twice Marisa's height in width and three times that in length.

[In case you haven't noticed, I have time.]

As nonchalantly as possible, I worked my way back to my desk as Marisa sat herself, criss-cross applesauce, in front of the second to last bookshelf in the third column.

Marisa Kirisame opened the first book on April 17th: a flimsy, thin, plastic-shiny book that said on the front, along with another simply surreal illustration of a male human, ADWEEK.

Ne ne ne neeeee?

Ne?

Neee?

If you don't understand the stuff like hakkeros and spell books and such... Go play Touhou! ^^

And if you don't know who Koakuma is, know that it's Patchouli's midboss in EoSD. She's got bat wings on her head, red hair, thought to be obedient, turns out she's a devil, I mixed both, this is a run-on sentence?

Yeah. Tell me where my stupid spelling/grammar errors are.
Thankyuuuuuuuu~luvluv~